The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1887-12-28

II | you n song, 1t may he a sau one,
When ! LEFT dear kindred, my friends and ny
home,
Far away DER the hills and the mountains to
roam.
1 crossed tho Missouri and Joined n large
train,
Which bore me away over desert and plain,
And otieu on the way out hunting would go,
To Kill the fleet antelope and wild buffalo.
They talked OF Sioux Indians out on the plain,
Of killing some teanIsters and burning n
Who killed the poor drivers with arrow and
When captured by ndian no mercy they'd
We Travelled two weeks and came to the
We camped by the river on a green shady
We formed our corral on the green, grassy
IL, ground,
While taking refreshments we heard a faint
1t was the wlioop of Sioux indian coming
up on the trail,
We sprang to cur rifles with a flash in each
eye,
'Braye men, said our leader, 1--WE will fight
We drove in our mules and were ready to
fight,
When all of the Indians they soon came in
sight,
Our brave little band was about twenty and
four,
And that of the Indians one hundred or
more,
They came down upon us with n whoop n
But at the report of our rifles six of them fell,
When they saw their brave warriors lay dead
They whooped and they yelled and circled
around.
Surrounded by Indians In all their war paint
The sight and their yeils would make any
We fought them with courage and said not a.
For the din of the bullets was all thai we
They made n bold dash and came up to uur
The arrows flew round ms like hail and the
rain,
But with our long rifles we gave them cold
And many an Indian around us lay dead
We killed their bold chief at the head Oahfs
lie died like a warrior, with his gun I'M his
They left their brave comrades all dead in
And that band of Sioux Indians we. never
saw more.
SO we hitched up our teams md started the
train.
We had three more fights that trip on the
And in our fights three brave men fell,
And we laid them to rest in n green, shady
dell.
We travelled by day, we Travelled by night,
until the tail, black mountains hove In cum
After trials and troubles We reached the north
mines,
But all in the mountains is not gold that
shines.
The miners had built up Z, neat little town.
~ was mere | commenced to prospect around,
With horses, provisions, pick and spade;
Out in the mountains many holes | have
made.
l would dig on the hills beneath the tall pines,
Expecting very soon 10 find some ricll mines,
Far away in the mountains mid clear run
Where the wolves and the owls disturbed any
bright dreams.
When out of provisions and no money TO buy,
l would slip round the mountain and XIII iu
elk on the sly,
Or kin a hlacktail and take him to town,
with which to buy bread, and tea a fc"
pounds.
Then with provisions to the mountains I'd
Where The tall pines wave and the bright
waters flow;
l would trap and prospect and hunt the wild
And such is the life OF n bold mountaineer.
l have prospected ten years, have found littit
gold,
Instead OF being twenty ! am thirty years old
But | will keep on prospecting and never lei
despair
Tear down all the castles 1 have built in the
air.
So III pack up my horses and try it once
more,
Perhaps I'll return as I have done before,
But If | am successful and make big raise,
I'll return to my home and spend my last
days,
And often l ponder while moments beguile,
| think of father and mothers sweet smile,
For memory still fingers, on the dear ones NJ
home,
While out on the mountains prospecting
roam.
-~SrLvBRs, SCOUT PoEr.